FAYE
After briefing the warriors, Alexander returned to the chambers.
I heard his footsteps before I saw him. I had been pacing the sitting room like a restless ghost, my bare feet tracing the same invisible path across the rug, my teeth worrying my bottom lip until it almost hurt. Every second stretched too long. Every breath felt borrowed.
The moment he stepped inside, I turned so fast I nearly collided with him.
“Alexander,” I said, the words tumbling out of me in a rush, fear and resolve tangled together. “I’m going with you tomorrow.”
His brows pulled together immediately. “No.”
Just one word. Flat. Final.
I stared at him, disbelief flaring hot in my chest. “No?” I repeated. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
“I don’t need to,” he said, already shaking his head. “You’re not goin
